Chapter 148 (1/2)

Chapter 148: Blemish of Time (Part 2) I

30 years pa.s.sed and my underground construction was completed .

Of course, it was still very much different from the original Blemish of Time .

My Blemish of Time could already accommodate 300 people, but I still don't take off my protective gears when I enter the place .

For the past 30 years, Dahai had been managing and keeping my Blemish of Time in order while I make sure that this whole affair stays a secret and recruit more wealthy people .

Dahai and I made improvements in the protective gears and have successfully ma.s.s produced them before hiring more staff .

Dahai suggested that I disguise myself as a doctor, walk around the chemotherapy rooms, and use the idea of postponing death to get patients to our Blemish of Time .

This method worked like a charm . Dying patients entered our Blemish of Time and regained a bit of vitality .

Dahai allocated them to alternate between work and rest so that our business could continue expanding .

Of course, there was only one outcome . The air in Blemish of Time could only maintain, and not improve, the condition of organs . As such, sudden deaths were still inevitable .

When that happens, Dahai would manage their funerals . It was still a win-win situation since patients usually get a few extra years of life, something that they were extremely thankful for . We hadn't gotten any resistance .

Of course, patients with slightly better conditions would work with protective gears and only remove them when their body worsened .

This staff management strategy saved us a huge cost, although I was initially against the idea .

”You're only promising to slow their deterioration . It's all that we can do for them,” Dahai had told me .

I also created a simple transportation system with discarded materials from a private airport . The system was made from conveyor belts, which made portage easy .

One belt carried goods into Blemish of Time while the other carried trash out .

Express delivery was something that never failed to amaze me . There was a kiosk in the village that was about to close down so I acquired it and used it as a s.h.i.+eld .

There were tons of deliveries coming into the village from outside every day, which made sense since everything could be found on the Internet .

And the newly rich were always willing to pay much more for the goods compared to those in the outside world .

We had a site of our own and we accepted unlimited orders . Of course, inspections had to be strict to ensure that no one divulged the secret of Blemish of Time .

As a result, we would always know what our clients purchase and charge our processing fees accordingly . If they refuse to pay, they won't receive their goods .

Basically, we earned crazy profits just from rent and service fees alone .

Everything ran in order for the past 30 years, but our clients were still cautious .

Dahai asked me almost every day to take off my protective gears, but I told him every time that I still had things to settle outside .

I was almost 50 by then .

Days pa.s.sed and Dahai became increasingly impatient .

On his 130th birthday, he had specially requested for my company .

I sat down with him and noticed that his 130-year-old face looked younger than mine .

After blowing out the candles, he cut a piece of cake and offered it to me .

”Next time,” I declined .

”When? When, exactly, are you going to come in?” he asked .